He thought he had misheard. "What? You probably don't believe what's in this trash page do you?" He looked at her questioningly. But she believed it, at least it looked like that to him at that moment. Well, something like that can get down the wrong track quickly, but that Yukiko would trust him to do this was absurd. Why should he cheat on her? Just because she told him to quit his detective work? No. So he could not and would not part with her. Not with such a misunderstanding on your part. He knew that it wasn't exactly helpful that he couldn't remember something very well, but he had to try.
"Yukiko," he started softly. "Don't you think it should be more necessary? Not just a trifle? I mean what's the matter ..." He didn't get any further. "Lappalie? You call that Lappalie?" she almost screamed. She shook her head. “Forget it.” She opened the door, put her suitcases in front of the door and went out. "Isn't Papa coming with you?" Shinichi asked softly, which stung Yukiko. She shook her head again and closed the door behind her.
He closed his eyes. Didn't want to see her go. Only when the door fell shut did he open his eyes again. He took a few deep breaths, hoping it would be easier for him to suppress his anger. He wasn't angry with Yukiko or the reporter who wrote the article, but with himself. Why did he have to go to the bar too? Just because he heard Kogoro? Or is it because he wanted to get Yukiko back? With the best will in the world, he no longer knew. Annoyed, he went into the kitchen and picked up the newspaper. Reread the article. Then he punched it in the corner. Nowhere could he and Yukiko go without being in the paper the next day. This annoyed him a lot, but this thing now brought the proverbial barrel to overflowing.He had to do something, urgently. Before Yukiko runs into some kind of failure. She's not from bad parents, you have to admit that. Even though she was a child, she would only have to snap her finger and there would be at least one man, if not two, on each finger. The very idea brought Yusaku to a boil. In life he would not allow this. He got ready as quickly as possible. Then he left the house. He didn't need breakfast anymore, he was full. The matter had to be made clear, even if it meant playing detective again. But since it was in his own business, Yukiko would certainly not hold it against him. Or so he hoped. He knew the bar wasn't open, it was too early in the morning for that. Nevertheless, he went to this, if only to find out when it opened. To his astonishment, it was already open. Or better still? The first time that morning he checked his watch. He rolled his eyes. It was just 6 a.m. How on earth did Yukiko manage to get up so early?
He took a closer look at the house. What had ridden him to go in there? Usually he hated diners like that. How Kogoro came to go in there was a mystery to him. The article was also only partially correct. Aside from the lies about him and the waitress, the description "business district" was far from it. He shook his head and went into the bar, afraid of being photographed again.
“We're closed.” He heard Sora say. He could remember that far, at least as far as the voice and her appearance are concerned. She stepped out from behind a curtain. "Ah, it's you Mr. Kudo. How are you?" she asked kindly. Yusaku looked at her suspiciously. Apparently she didn't know anything about the article. "What was going on here yesterday?" he just asked without answering. She looked at him confused and considered."Well, you just want to know what happened to you. So you came here. You sat down at the bar and had a few beers. No more. Why do you ask?" Yusaku looked at her piercingly. “That was all?” He waited for a sign from her, which he got with a nod. He walked slowly up to her and took the newspaper, which he had put in his pocket as a precaution, from his jacket pocket. “And what is this here?” He pointed to the photo. Sora stared at it, picked up the newspaper, read the article and started laughing. “What's so funny about that?” Giggling, she handed the newspaper back to him. "That's the way it is. If someone eats 10 beers within two hours, they'll be kissed." Shrugs his shoulders. "It's common here. And I'll tell anyone who wants to hear it." He thought hard. Yes, someone had mentioned that. But that he was photographed right away. He sighed. Why always him? "You will have to. You can certainly imagine that my wife is not particularly enthusiastic about it." Sora nodded again. "I'll call an old friend of mine right away and explain the matter to him. He's a journalist. He'll fix it again. At least in public. If you need me again you'll know where to find me." After these words left Yusaku the bar.

Her cell phone rang again and again she pushed the call away. "Why doesn't he just leave it?" After the 25th time she stopped counting and that was yesterday morning, less than three hours after she left the house. She looked at Shinichi, who was lying up in bed and sleeping. Should she speak to Yusaku after all? Maybe it was all just a big misunderstanding. She ran a hand through her hair. No. He had also said that it would be a minor matter if he cheated on her. In her opinion he could stay where the pepper grows.There was a knock. Finally breakfast. She went to the door and had the food brought in. She thanked them with a smile and took the newspaper that was kindly included in this hotel. Which was the least. After all, it was the most expensive thing she had found on the fly. Yusaku was supposed to pay the bill, she didn't really care. After she sat down, she opened the newspaper. Nothing interesting had happened. Well, what else was interesting for you? She was about to put the newspaper down when a picture literally caught her eye. She knew the woman in the photo. Wasn't that the one Yusaku kissed? Anger flared up inside her. Has he already announced his engagement to her? Less than 24 hours after the breakup? She scanned the article and stopped short. It was even her bar. That was perfect. Yusaku could then drink as much as he wanted. She shook her head and read on. She raised her eyebrows when she read that it is probably a custom to kiss men who have had 10 beers in 2 hours. The article also stated that this picture that was taken yesterday was due to this custom. God must have been in a bad mood for Yusaku. She put the newspaper aside and checked her cell phone again. If he tried to call her again, she would answer and ask him if this was just an attempt to cover up his affair or if this was actually the truth.
A few hours and many calls later on the hotel's own telephone, she couldn't take it any longer. He must have given it up. So she had to bite the bullet and call him.
The doorbell was just beginning to ring when there was another knock on her door. However, this did not interest them much. What puzzled her was the fact that the doorbell rang outside too. Wasn't that Yusaku's ringtone? She shook her head. It could be one in a million who has that ringtone.After about a minute, what felt like ten, she hung up again. Any noise outside the door died too. Could it really be? If so, how should he know she is here? There was another knock, but this time Yukiko went to the door. She wanted to know who wanted to see her so badly. If it was someone who was wasting their time, there was stress. She opened the door. It couldn't be true soon. She should have listened to her feeling. Yusaku stood in front of the door, cell phone in hand. “I was just about to call you and ask you to open the door.” She looked at him in disbelief. "What do you want?" She hadn't just tried to speak to him herself. She wanted to slap herself. "Talk to you. Explain that it was all a big misunderstanding." She closed her eyes, took a step to the side and read him into the room. Inwardly overjoyed, he went in, outward, one might think, he didn't care. But that didn't interest him at all. He had rightly put the words with which he wanted to put his marriage back on the right track. One thing that upset him would be enough to upset him. “Papa.” Shinichi, who had been sitting on the couch in front of the TV, came running towards him. Yusaku picked him up. "Well, my little one. Are you doing me a favor? Mom and I urgently need to discuss something." Shinichi pouted at Yusaku. “I'm not little.” Mumbling softly, he then nodded at his father's further words. He waited until Yusaku read it down again and sat down in front of the TV again. Actually it wasn't the kind of two of them to let the little one watch TV all day. But special times require special measures.
"So I'm listening." He heard Yukiko say. Yusaku took a deep breath and looked at his wife.
"I went to the bar one more time." He started softly and raised his hand because Yukiko wanted to say something again."Let me finish. As I said, I went to the bar again yesterday. I wanted to know what was going on. Because, to be honest, I can't remember much. I was told that it was there It's normal to kiss someone who lets 10 beers or so in in 2 hours. I seem to have made it. I don't know why, but I think I was mad at you about the detective work. I have to now admit that you are right, not because I want to suck myself in, but because it is like that. I spent the last day without you both, not knowing whether I will see you again or not. That got me down. In any case it was a misunderstanding. This idiot who wrote this was probably only after a good story and not the truth. Because honestly, why should I cheat on you? You are beautiful, intelligent and most importantly, I love you. I want to you and Shinichi w take them home again. Where you both belong. "
Yukiko had listened carefully. "I know. So that with the action there. I phoned around and some confirmed it to me. You should be forgiven for that, but that you still called it a triviality ..." She shakes her head and then